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The Breeder's Den

A Pokemon one-off with a bit of suggested BB. Enjoy :P




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"Mmff."

Man, it had been a hectic day. Being traded was always a disorienting experience of course -- leaving one trainer, getting to know another -- but this was the first time Lucky had ever belonged to a breeder, and that just made it all the more confusing. His new master had seemed nice enough when she'd said hello...but that was before he had been tied up, gagged, blindfolded, stuffed with earplugs and dragged off to some unknown room. And that didn't even take into account all the bizarre equipment he'd been hooked up to--

"Nnrph!"

--not that he had really minded, at least not initially. The first time had actually been quite enjoyable. The second, even. It was almost exciting to have it forced upon him like that, one right after another, completely outside his control.

"Mnngh!"

He'd even been coaxed willingly into a third, though by the end it had begun to feel like his body was being sucked inside-out. By number four he was so sensitive it hurt. And by the time he'd passed six or seven -- well, that was more than he'd ever done in a whole day, never mind an hour. That didn't stop the machine, though.

"Gnnh--...mnnf--mmphaa!"

The Ampharos gasped for breath, hips jerking desperately as another bolt of electricity laced through his groin and another blast of seed shot from the tip of his member. The male bucked in place as the plastic collection device that was clamped around his cock increased its suction, continuing to rhythmically suck and stroke the male's ramhood as it slurped up every last drop of his spunk.

Lucky squirmed in agonizing discomfort for several more seconds, whining loudly around the gag in his muzzle, before the device finally began to ease up, giving up its frantic overstimulation in favor of a slower, steadier hum. The Ampharos could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he slumped back exhaustedly, groaning loudly as he tried to gather his thoughts. That was ejaculation number...Arceus only knew. The ram had lost count, but it had to be in the double-digits by this point, judging by the leaden ache that permeated his groin. Lucky let out a whimper. That had to be the last orgasm for now, right?

But the machine would not be satisfied. The male let out another yelp as the milking tube suddenly sparked back to life, giving off a strong shock to his intimates. Dimly the Ampharos gave thanks for his type-resistance, but that was hardly any consolation when even the lightest stimulation of his ramhood was enough to make his whole body twitch, straining to get away from the awful, wonderful stroking of his shaft...

The male moaned feebly, his hips thrusting of their own accord despite his best efforts to resist. He tried to distract himself with other thoughts, something else to focus his energy on -- but what else was there? He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't taste. All he could smell anymore was his own musk, and all he could feel was...oh Arceus. Lucky felt himself slip another notch as the suction increased, the silky walls of the milking device contracting rhythmically around his pride. Oh Arceus! It was too much -- far, far too much -- but it was so hard to think of anything else, and so easy to let the world shrink down until it was just the heavy suction between his legs.

The little Ampharos shook in place, a whine escaping his muzzle as the machine demanded another creamy load from his abused length. How could he possibly give any more? Dimly Lucky wondered if it was possible to sprain a testicle from overuse--

--but then suddenly, out of the darkness and isolation, there was a hand on his thigh. The overstimulated male would have jumped out of his skin, if it weren't for the restraints, but as it was he just let out a muffled cry of surprise, jerking instinctively in his bonds. It was a long moment before the Ampharos could force himself to be still again, waiting tensely as the unknown stranger gave his leg a friendly squeeze.

Lucky let out a quiet whimper as those fingers meandered their way up his inner thigh, ruffling his short fur along the way until arriving at the intersection of his legs. He trembled as the tip of a fingernail ran across his ballsac, tracing the outline of each testicle where they had drawn up tightly against his body. Fingers wrapped around one of the ram's orbs, gently tugging it back down into its sac and earning a loud groan from the male. Lucky couldn't help but twitch in place as his nut was poked and prodded for a moment, while the collection tube continued its relentless stimulation just inches above. He quivered in place, praying that whoever was examining him would see how exhausted he was and let him go.

Unfortunately, his mystery examiner seemed to have something else in mind, for just as quickly as it had come, the hand was gone. The Ampharos let out a cry of frustration as he was left alone again, with nothing to focus on but the tube sucking hungrily at his shaft. No! They couldn't just leave him like this! Desperately the ram fought against his restraints, trying to free himself, moaning into his gag as he begged for a moment's rest.

But then there was the hand again! The electric-type yelped in surprise as the unknown touch reappeared, this time giving a pat to the top of his head. Lucky shivered as soft fingers took hold of his ears, giving a gentle tug and pulling out his earplugs.

The isolation of his own heated panting was instantly joined by the lustful moans of at least several other 'mon. He wasn't alone, then! Lucky whimpered once more around his gag, ears straining for some clue as to who else was there. He thought he could hear at least several other species of Pokemon, but they all seemed too far gone in grunts and squeals to say anything intelligible, so it was difficult to be sure. The Ampharos tried to listen for a hint as to any particular species:

"Swelloooooow!" came a cry from somewhere to his right, followed by several seconds of squawking before the voice faded from hearing again. A few seconds later, some kind of canine howl came from the opposite direction -- an Arcanine, maybe? Both sounded male, at any rate. In fact, Lucky realized, pretty much all the noises he could hear sounded male in origin -- various growls and groans, all sounding strained and over-worked. The Ampharos shivered. What the hell kind of--

"Hello there, pet."

Lucky jumped for the third time in as many minutes, unprepared for the voice by his ear, so close that he could feel the warm gust of breath against his face. It was a female voice -- human. The same voice that had last spoken to him before the earplugs were put in. Kasey.

"You seem to be settling in nicely," his new owner continued. "You're pretty productive for a new guy. I'll bet you could use a break, though, huh?"

The Ampharos gave a short groan around his gag, nodding as much as his restraints would allow.

The breeder chuckled. "I thought so. Well, let's see what I can do about that..."

Lucky lay there for another moment, ears straining to listen as his trainer took a few steps away. There were a few quiet beeps, and then...oh thank Arceus. The male let out a long sigh of relief as the milking device around his shaft began to slow down, the suction gradually decreasing until it came to a complete stop. Another second and the breeder removed the tube from his member, as well. Lucky let out a short gasp at the sudden exposure, shivering at the cool, fresh air that played across his spent length.

"How's that?" asked the voice. "Better?"

The male mumbled his approval. Much better. Now if she would just leave him alone to rest...

Another chuckle. "Good. Well then, since you're new here, why don't you take a look around your new home, eh? Get accustomed to the place."

Lucky's ears lay flat against his head as he shrunk back from Kasey's voice, but there was nothing to indicate that she either noticed or cared. Instead there was more movement, and a brief rustling at the back of his head, and then -- then the blindfold was gone, too! Lucky blinked a few times, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light. Wherever he was, it was bigger than he'd realized -- maybe some kind of barn? -- but before he investigated his surroundings any further, the male looked down at his groin. What he saw made him whimper.

There, in all its pink, swollen glory, lay his ramhood. The abused length hung there heavily, still engorged even though the milking device had been removed, the shaft thick and puffy from the constant suction. It looked and felt like a slab of meat. The Ampharos tried to reach down to examine himself before remembering that his arms were still tied, his body firmly secured to his seat. Instead he craned his neck as much as possible, trying to look past his cock to the twin spheres that hung below it. From this angle, it was hard to tell if they'd shrunk -- and if so, how much. There was proof of his ordeal elsewhere, though. His eyes drifted over to the milking device on his right, the inside of the tube still coated with his latest blast of sperm.

What caught Lucky's attention even more than the milking device, though, was what lay beyond it. Apparently he wasn't the only one being pushed to his limits, for just a few feet away there stood a Stantler, shackled in place, trembling violently as the collection tube beneath his belly worked its magic. His muzzle was contorted, his eyes squinted shut, but that did little to protect him from the stimulation. The Ampharos watched for a moment as the deer fought to stay upright, his legs shaking beneath him as he was forced towards another knee-buckling orgasm.

Lucky forced himself to look away, trying to give back the Stantler what little privacy he could, but when his gaze swung left he was faced with an even more pitiful sight. A Hypno lay in the seat beside him, this one tied down on his back, his eyes wide open. In contrast to the Stantler, this male seemed almost comatose, his mouth hanging slackly open as the plastic tube between his legs hummed happily along. Occasionally the device would give off a quick shock and one of his legs would jerk in response, but otherwise he lay still, his stone pendulum dangling limply from his outstretched fingers as his balls were sucked dry.

Lucky tried to watch the Hypno's chest for a moment to make sure he was even breathing, but that train of thought was soon interrupted by another lustful bellow further off to the side. The bound Ampharos couldn't turn his head far enough for a clear look, but from the corner of his eye Lucky could make out the form and color of what looked like a Swampert, writhing in place as another torrent of spunk was sucked away to the storage tanks.

Oh Arceus, the storage tanks. Lucky felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't noticed them right away, but now it was impossible to ignore the rows upon rows of bottles up against the wall, each filled with a milky fluid of a different tint. Some were already quite full, while others were still in the process of being filled. As Lucky watched he could see the Swampert's latest contribution dribbling thickly into its container, the male's genetic gift stowed away for safekeeping.

Not that that meant he got any rest -- almost before the male's seed had finished draining, Lucky could hear him let out another ragged moan. The Ampharos watched the massive male twist in place, his hips bucking as the milker sent a nasty shock through his groin to begin the next round of stimulation. For a moment Lucky wondered why the Swampert seemed to be in so much pain, given his species' natural resistance to electricity...but then he noticed the Grass Knot coiled tightly around the Swampert's testicles and retracted his question.

That was hardly the last of the males, either -- there was a whole other row a few yards in front of him, with some flaming fire-types and what appeared to be a Snorlax -- but before Lucky could go looking for any other 'mon in distress, he was startled to feel something grab hold of his own member. His gaze snapped forward again to find his new trainer crouched down between his legs, giving his ramhood an experimental squeeze. The little electric-type gave off a groan at the stimulation -- her touch was gentle, but it was still almost painful on his overworked length.

Kasey grinned up at him, reaching up to brush her long brown hair away from her eyes. "Just checking you out. We don't want to break anything on your first day, after all."

A whine escaped from the back of Lucky's throat. "Mmph!" He raised his hips, trying to get away from her torturous fingers -- only to cry out as she gave his cock a much harsher squeeze.

"Uh uh!" His trainer clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Y'know, if you're not going to be cooperative, I can make this a whole lot less pleasant."

The Ampharos whined again, but this time it was much quieter, his ears flattening against his head in submission. Reluctantly he willed himself to lie still and let her do whatever it was she was doing.

"That's better. I know this can be a little rough, but hey, being a stud can't be all fun, right? You've gotta make some sacrifices." She let his thick ramhood drop to rest on his belly, then turned her attentions lower. "Ooh, and I just love you external males." She bent down, taking the ram's ballsac in her fingers once more. "It's so much easier to monitor your production levels when you've got these big ol' things hanging around." She smirked. "Fun to watch 'em swell up, too."

The Ampharos whimpered, trying not to shiver as his new owner played with his overworked orbs. Didn't she understand how much they ached? Already it felt like he'd been on the wrong end of someone's Stomp attack. As she gave one nut a gentle squeeze, Lucky whined urgently, hoping she would get the idea.

Kasey chuckled. "I know, they're sensitive, but don't worry, you'll get used to it." She gave the Ampharos a friendly pat on the thigh. "We just gotta toughen you up. As long as you're here, you're gonna be producing a lot of baby batter, you little stud, so you'd better learn to stop complaining about it. Speaking of which, it's probably about time we get you back on the line, huh?"

Lucky couldn't help but gasp as his trainer casually wrapped her fingers around his ramhood once more, giving the swollen length a few quick strokes. Oh please, not again...he squirmed at the unwanted touch, whining loudly as the female played with his oversensitive member. The Ampharos squinted his eyes shut, shaking his head as much as his restraints would allow.

"Not in the mood, huh? Well, lucky for you I've got some motivation right here." She fished around for a moment, drawing a damp cloth from her belt. "You should enjoy this -- it's fresh from the female pens."

Still, Lucky refused to open his eyes to find out what the object was -- at least until it was shoved up into his face. Despite his unwillingness, the male couldn't help but take a sniff once it was pressed up against his muzzle -- and as soon as he had, he regretted it. Oh Arceus, that was...that was a female Ampharos in heat, and in a far stronger heat than he had ever experienced before. Lucky inhaled again and felt his arousal spike, some stirring of life making itself known in his groin. No, no, no! His length was already rubbed raw, his seed spent -- he had nothing left to give!

Kasey watched with a smile as the male's limp member began to twitch to life, rising once more to stand up proudly from his crotch. "I thought that might do the trick," she commented. "Good boy."

The male opened his eyes again just in time to see the plastic tube being slid down his cock once more, the tight walls hugging his ramhood. Despite himself, the male thrust his hips up instinctively, imagining himself sliding into the sex of a needy female, pounding at her slit until sparks flew. But no -- it wasn't real! The Ampharos let out another ragged groan of frustration, starting to shake again as mind battled instinct. His body demanded that he start humping the air, his balls wringing themselves out for a few more drops of spunk, even as his shaft screamed at its mistreatment--

Suddenly the light was gone, as well -- the breeder was putting his blindfold back on, tying it behind his head. The thought of being alone again with machine was enough to make the poor male break down. The electric-type let out the most desperate cry he could muster, blubbering something unintelligible around his gag.

But the trainer would not be swayed. "Relax," she whispered in his ear. "I know the first day is hard, but hang in there -- it's just a few more hours."

Hours? The Ampharos began to exclaim something in response, but before he could get more than a few words out the milking machine whirred back to life, picking up right where it had left off. Lucky let out something akin to a squeal as a strong shock raced through his groin, his member suddenly stroked and massaged by a hundred invisible hands. The electric-type trembled in place, hips jerking involuntarily, his eyelids fluttering at the sensory overload.

"Mmph! Mmmmph!"

For a moment Lucky could hear his own cries joining the painful, orgasmic groans of those around him -- but then the earplugs were replaced as well, leaving him alone in the dark silence. After a few more seconds, the wet cloth was back, wrapped around his muzzle, flooding his nostrils with that intoxicating feminine scent. It was too much. Despite all logic, there was nothing to do but thrust...and thrust...

"MNNGH!"

"That's it," said the breeder, grinning. "Good boy."

But Lucky was beyond listening. The Ampharos just gave a throaty moan, eyes rolling back into his head as he surrendered another sticky load to the collection tube...

Help Wanted

Based on a pic by Fellarts :P Enjoy!
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It had started simply enough. The Vaporeon had been walking down the street one afternoon when a colorful flyer caught his eye, advertising an opening as a teaching assistant at the Pokemon academy down the street. It was just a few hours a week, it paid well, and the application specifically asked for a water-type. The situation couldn't be more perfect.

The interview was simple -- all pretty standard questions. The previous holder of the position had quit due to exhaustion, they explained, so they were looking for a candidate with stamina, someone able to go the extra mile. The work could be grueling, but very rewarding as well, as long as an employee had the right attitude. He just smiled and assured them as best he could that he was the man for the job, and that seemed to be enough. Afterwards he met briefly with the professor -- a Flaaffy named Ambia, who seemed to like him quite a lot. By the time he left the building, the Vaporeon felt sure he had landed the job.

Sure enough, a few days later the call came. He walked down that afternoon to fill out the paperwork, a happy spring in his step. He was a little surprised at the waiver he had to sign about any potential "damage", but that had to be standard -- he'd probably be asked to battle at some point, and organizations had to cover their asses in case of some freak accident.

He began to wonder though, almost as soon as he showed up for his first day of work. The professor met him at the door of the classroom, dumping a few ropes into his arms. "Here," she said, "put these on, would you?"

"Um...on where, exactly?"

"Why on you, of course." The Flaaffy pointed to each of the ropes he was holding. "Those two are for your arms, those two are for your legs, and  that one is for your tail. Just slip them on and I'll take care of the rest."

The Vaporeon did as he was told, bending to secure the first rope around his ankle. "What are we, uh...what are we teaching today?" he asked curiously.

She grinned at him, a playful glimmer in her eye. "You'll find out," she replied.

That was how he had ended up where he found himself now: suspended upside-down in an empty classroom, with very little idea what was going on. His tail had been pulled up towards the ceiling with one of the ropes -- they turned out to be restraints, of course -- while his footpaws were now drawn outwards to either side, spread wide and leaving the male rather exposed. Meanwhile his hands were planted against the ground, helping to support him in a sort of assisted handstand. Lucky I'm a flexible 'mon, he thought, or this would get uncomfortable rather fast.

Still, that didn't explain what was going on -- and the professor had left the room as soon as she'd finished tying him in place, before he could ask her any questions. Normally the male would've have tried to figure it out himself, but it was impossible to think while hanging with his tail above his paws. The Vaporeon winced as the blood in his body rushed to his head -- and to other places, judging from the unintentional hard-on that quickly materialized between his legs. He blushed. God forbid anyone but Ms. Ambia come waltzing through the door -- they'd think it was some kind of bizarre bondage scene.

The Vaporeon had been hanging there for about ten minutes, praying that he hadn't been forgotten, when the professor finally returned, slipping quietly back into the room. This time, though, she came with a friend: a Pichu, who followed happily a few feet behind her. It was hard to tell while looking upside-down, but from the look of things the Pichu was probably a student. The male bit his lip, hoping neither would point out his unfortunate erection, even if he was more-or-less presenting it to the two of them.

Ms. Ambia didn't seem to notice, though -- or if she did, she chose to ignore it. "Ellie," she said, "I'd like you to meet our new teaching assistant. Say hi."

"Hi!" The Pichu's voice was high and clear -- definitely female. "Nice to meet you, sir -- I'm Ellie."

"Uh..." The Vaporeon blinked. "Nice to meet you too, Ellie. My name's--"

"That won't be necessary," the professor interrupted, cutting off the Vaporeon with a wave of her paw. "We're trying to instill the students with a level of professionalism -- for the kind of work we'll be doing, there's no need for her to know exactly who you are."

"Ah." The Vaporeon blinked again. "O-Okay."

"Now Ellie," the professor continued, turning back to her pupil, "our new friend here is going to be your test subject for today. Do you think you're ready?"

The little electric-type looked the Vaporeon up and down for a moment, then nodded her head. "Yep! But he's...kinda tall, isn't he?"

The professor chuckled. "Don't worry, I can help you with that. Here." The Flaaffy reached down, hoisting the Pichu up into her arms, then taking a few steps forward to stand in front of her suspended assistant. "This is a little better, no?"

"Mmm, much. Thanks, professor!"

The Vaporeon watched this all with a curious eye, still unsure of what was going on. The only thing he knew for sure was that with the Pichu lifted up in the professor's arms, the pair were pretty much right on eye-level with his crotch, and only a foot or two away. Absently the water-type wished for something a little less showy than external genitalia -- though it was obviously too late now.

The male was so caught up in his embarassment that he failed to notice what the young Pichu was up to. As soon as she had been picked up, her cheeks had begun glowing with energy. Sparks crackled between her paws as she started to build up electricity. The female was eager to get started -- so eager, in fact, that a burst of static accidentally jumped from her fingers and over to the male's inner thigh, landing dangerously close to his package.

The Vaporeon let out a yelp, leg twitching at the unexpected dose of electricity. "Geez, you two, be careful!" He craned his head, looking upwards to see what was going on, but couldn't tell much from his unique angle. "Hey, what are you doing!? Tell her to stop!"

The professor ignored his comment. "Now Ellie, you remember your lesson, yes?"

"Of course!" she replied excitedly.

"Well then," said the Flaaffy, "why don't we recite the rhyme together, just to be sure you've got it?"

"Okay!"

The Vaporeon shook his head, more confused and worried than ever, but he forced himself to calm down and listen as the two female voices spoke in unison:

"Boys have berries,
those berries hang loose,
just shock and squeeze
and out comes the juice!"

"Very good," the professor continued. "I think you're prepared, so whenever you're ready."

The Vaporeon's mouth hung open, his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't have heard correctly. Because if he'd heard correctly, that meant--

The male's thought process was harshly interrupted as the Pichu placed her paws on his testicles and let loose. The Vaporeon let out a surprised squeal as his maleness was flooded with electricity, just as the Pichu's paws clamped down on his dangling plums. His hips bucked instinctively, trying to shake the female's grip as she dug her thumbs into the most sensitive part of his anatomy, but she hung on tight, refusing to let go. The strong current wracked his frame, and his cock bounced stiffly against his belly, the pink length twitching angrily with each wave of energy and drooling a few drops of precum. With his paws bound, the male was hopeless to do anything but writhe as he was taken advantage of in the worst way possible.

Meanwhile the Pichu worked diligently, careful to make sure the male's equipment didn't slip from between her fingers. She continued to squeeze the twin orbs, sending a steady stream of electricity as she juiced his berries for all they were worth. "More?" she asked, turning her head to glance back at her teacher.

"Of course!" the Flaaffy encouraged. "There's no such thing as too much energy -- give it all you've got."

"Alright." The little female furrowed her blow, focusing on the task at hand.

The Vaporeon hadn't realized things could get worse...at least, not until the current running through his groin suddenly doubled, and the Pichu's grip tightened even further. It would have been far too much to take even without the type disadvantage -- as it was, the pain of the sharp jolt was further amplified by his natural weakness to electricity, until the ache was the only thing he could feel. What on earth was this teaching? His whole body trembled as the female mauled his family jewels, his already frantic cry rising to an even more desperate pitch with each passing moment.

The Pichu didn't seem too happy either. "It's not working." She frowned. "Why isn't it working?"

"That's because you're not concentrating the energy," the professor answered. "Make sure all your energy is focused, instead of distributed through his whole body. Remember, you've got to shock him into release -- he's not going to let go unless you overload his system."

"Right..." She wrinkled her nose. Control was not an easy thing for a Pichu, but it had to be done. With a deep breath, she tried once again.

By now the Vaporeon had lost all sense of time, and was simply hanging by his tail, fighting just to maintain consciousness. His body tried its best to curl up and protect itself, but the ropes kept him held firmly in place, open to the whims of his female companions. The male felt another even more intense shock go through his system, centered around his aching pair, and wondered if he was going to be sterile before this torment was through. As the pain in his crotch overtook all rational thought, he prepared to simply surrender himself, praying to make it through the afternoon in one piece.

But then suddenly, before the Vaporeon knew what was happening, he felt something within himself: a flipped switch, a strange sensation unlocked deep within his body. All at once his electrified pain became something else entirely: a hypersensitivity, as if he had been brought to the edge and left there, one stroke from fulfillment. It was almost as if his pain receptors had all shut down -- the torturous current running through his body suddenly transformed into a thousand tiny tongues of static, all lapping at his straining maleness. Unbearable agony became unbearable pleasure, threatening to overwhelm the poor male. In just seconds the Vaporeon felt himself slipping, eyes rolling back into his head as the floodgates were thrown violently open...

With a ragged gasp the Vaporeon arched his hips and came, a powerful spurt of seed leaping from the end of his cock to splatter against the classroom floor below. The male jerked forcefully in his restraints, moaning loudly as he continued to be molested by the tiny electric-type. His body shook in its shock-induced orgasm, his balls emptying themselves onto the tile in thick streams of spunk. It was all the male could do not to black out, clinging to a last shred of awareness as his body blew harder than it had ever blown before.

The Pichu hung on doggedly as he spasmed, cheeks sparking as she poured her energy into the water-type's body. She adjusted her grip as well, fingers digging into the male's hefty ballsac, forcing out every last drop as she milked her male.

Ms. Ambia watched with a pleased expression, her body crackling with some static of its own as she held her pupil. Carefully she watched the little female work, observing her student, pausing once to glance down as one of the Vaporeon's orgasmic shots went wide and splashed across her footpaw.

As seconds ticked by the male began bucking even harder, twisting in place as he sought an outlet for the sensations rushing through him. He continued to thrust against the air, his member begging for more attention, still firing long, sticky ropes of cum. Already a puddle was beginning to form on the floor, as the Vaporeon's essence was forcibly extracted from his body. The Pichu just worked on, a satisfied smile on her face as she watched the results of her handy-work.

The professor let her play for a little longer -- until the male was quivering from head to tail, clearly stimulated beyond belief -- then cleared her throat to get her student's attention. "Ellie?"

The female shook her head, as if snapped out of a daydream. "Y-Yes, Ms. Ambia?"

"I think that's enough for now, dear. This is his first day, after all -- we wouldn't want to break him  too soon."

"Awwww. Okay." Reluctantly the Pichu pulled her paws away, giving her subject one last good jolt-and-squeeze before she let go.

The Vaporeon spasmed in his bonds one final time, gasping breathlessly as his maleness surrendered one more mighty spurt of cream to the female -- and then he was done. The male slumped in his restraints, panting with exhaustion as his groin throbbed somewhere between pleasure and pain. His stomach crawled with the dull pain of ballache, but his member still stood out stiffly, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat. It was strange -- even after coming buckets, the Vaporeon couldn't help but wish for some kind of touch on his neglected cock. If only the Pichu would wrap her paws around it, just for a moment--

His abuser didn't seem to notice his need, however, letting the frustrated male continue to hang helplessly. "How was that?" she asked, looking to the professor for approval.

"Very good!" The Flaaffy smiled, bending to set her pupil down on the floor. "You're a fast learner, Ellie."

"Well," the Pichu squeaked proudly, landing bouncily back on her own feet, "I've been practicing on other boys, just like you told us to."

The professor smiled warmly. "Excellent -- a girl after my own heart. Keep this up and we'll have to start giving you advanced lessons."

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, I'd like that."

"I know you would. Now, on your way!"

"Yep! Thank you Ms. Ambia!" she said, skipping to the door. She waved back quickly before closing the door behind her, scampering off down the hall until she was out of sight.

The Flaaffy watched her go for a few seconds, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh, Ellie. Such a sweetheart, don't you think? And one of my better students."

The male coughed weakly.

"Glad you enjoyed it too," she chuckled, striding over to her desk. "Now let's see..." The female picked up a brown clipboard, making a few marks before flipping to the next page. "That's one down, twenty-nine to go. Who's next?"

The Vaporeon groaned, wincing. It was going to be a long day.